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342 pages, Mass Market Paperback
First published April 28, 2015
He’d been hopelessly drawn to Miss Hughes that night of his ball, and now that he was in her presence, the affliction seemed to be getting worse. Perhaps because she was a complete departure from the overdone, over-scented overindulged females he’d been dealing with since he inherited his bloody title. Normally, in his presence, women preened and primped. They giggled and fluttered and hung on his every word. Jenna Hughes did none of those things. She didn’t tug or adjust the awful dress she was wearing, turning just so to give him the best view of her profile or her cleavage…She would say what she meant and mean what she said. There would be no coyness, no games. When he took her it would be raw. And physical and-
He was sinfully handsome, what with his height and his broad shoulders and his devil-may-care aura, but she’d never been on the receiving end of his determination. She’d witnessed his charm and consideration before, but he presented these so effortlessly and with such natural kindness that she had always judged him to be a malleable sort of man. His determination had transformed him into something more dangerous that she wasn’t sure would be easy to manage. It sent an unwelcome shiver along her spine and raised the hair on the back of her neck. A determined Duke of Worth stole her breath.
“What the hell did you drop down the front of your dress?” he snarled.
“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” Jenna replied placidly. She had gotten herself out of stickier situations than this. Distract and deflect. She dropped her hands again.
“I demand to know what you took.”
“Nothing, Your Grace.”
“You have something in the front of your dress,” he snapped.
“I have since I was twelve years old.”